7.c.xv.
The Big
Bossman grinned. In front of him, on the
monitor screen, The Crash continued to destroy the thirty-ninth floor.
Strewn about
him were obsidian and ivory chess pieces.
Embedded in a wall panel was a CD, the words “strategies and tactics” showing
on the section of disc that remained visible.
He moved his
hand to a glowing red button and fingered it with a flourish.
“Prepare for
guests, General,” he said. “They are on
their way up.”